I’m freaking out a little - and I’m sort of pissed at my doctor’s office, too. I had that CT scan one week ago, and have been waiting and waiting for the results. Finally, I decided to call them this morning and they said my dr. has been out sick all week. Apparently, that means, let this shit go until she gets back. They told me they’d have another doctor read the scan and call me back with the results.

So. Like, seven hours later, they called me back and said there’s something in my brain. A mass, a cyst, or something. Whatever it is, I need to go back and get an MRI now so they can look at it extra closely.

I’m trying not to freak out too much, because “cyst” doesn’t sound that scary, but of course Google is scaring the fuck out of me. And my fears run the whole gamut, from, “What if I need brain surgery?” to “What if I die and leave five kids motherless?” to “What if I fart inside that tube thing during the MRI?”

My appointment isn’t until the end of the month, so I have awhile to freak out yet.

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